| Song | These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You) (Album Version) |
| Artist | Thelonious Monk |
| Album | Solo Monk |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Link, Marvell, Strachey | |
| A cigarette that bares a lipstick's traces | |
| An airline ticket to romantic places | |
| Still my heart has wings | |
| These foolish things remind me of you. | |
| A tinkling piano in the next apartment | |
| Those stumblin'words | |
| That told you what my heart meant | |
| A fair ground painted swings | |
| These foolish things remind me of you. | |
| You came, you saw, you conquered me | |
| When you did that to me | |
| I knew somehow this had to be | |
| Win the marks | |
| And make my heart a dancer | |
| A telephone that rings | |
| But who's to answer | |
| Oh, how the ghost of you clings | |
| These foolish things remind me of you |
| zuo ci : Link, Marvell, Strachey | |
| A cigarette that bares a lipstick' s traces | |
| An airline ticket to romantic places | |
| Still my heart has wings | |
| These foolish things remind me of you. | |
| A tinkling piano in the next apartment | |
| Those stumblin' words | |
| That told you what my heart meant | |
| A fair ground painted swings | |
| These foolish things remind me of you. | |
| You came, you saw, you conquered me | |
| When you did that to me | |
| I knew somehow this had to be | |
| Win the marks | |
| And make my heart a dancer | |
| A telephone that rings | |
| But who' s to answer | |
| Oh, how the ghost of you clings | |
| These foolish things remind me of you |
| zuò cí : Link, Marvell, Strachey | |
| A cigarette that bares a lipstick' s traces | |
| An airline ticket to romantic places | |
| Still my heart has wings | |
| These foolish things remind me of you. | |
| A tinkling piano in the next apartment | |
| Those stumblin' words | |
| That told you what my heart meant | |
| A fair ground painted swings | |
| These foolish things remind me of you. | |
| You came, you saw, you conquered me | |
| When you did that to me | |
| I knew somehow this had to be | |
| Win the marks | |
| And make my heart a dancer | |
| A telephone that rings | |
| But who' s to answer | |
| Oh, how the ghost of you clings | |
| These foolish things remind me of you |